The Incal, Vol. 5: The Fifth Essence - The Dreaming Galaxy by Alejandro Jodorowski & Mœbius

The Incal series is both a continuous narrative - individual volumes stop rather than ending; the primary conflict just keeps building over the whole series - and explicitly set up as a series of three sets of diptych titles. It begins with The Black Incal and runs into The Luminous Incal, most obviously. Then came What Lies Beneath and What Is Above.

But this fifth book has the more-complicated title The Fifth Essence, Part One: The Dreaming Galaxy. It will all end with the second Fifth Essence book, with a similarly parallel title, Planet DiFool, but it indicates, possibly, that writer Alejandro Jodorowski's metaphysical musings are starting to overwhelm the skiffy adventure here.

(Or that they did so some time back, and the titles are just catching up now.)

The Incal books started as medium-future, vaguely space-operatic adventure: the main character is a somewhat sleazy, low-level private investigator, John DiFool, who gets dragged into events of cosmic significance when he finds the title McGuffin, one of two sentient items of untold and fundamental power. By this point, the antagonists of the first couple of books have all become allies, the two Incals have merged with a minor character, and the team has been battling the real enemy, the Great Darkness, for a book or two. In this book, they mop up the last bits of conventional conflict, the Techno-Centreur - who I gather is a person rather than a group; it was less clear in the previous book - and the remnant bits of government of this human-dominated galaxy that they hadn't already co-opted.

But The Great Darkness is the usual overwhelmingly powerful outside-context force of destruction, manifesting as spiky black goo that envelops and transforms/destroys everything it can, and that is prone to the sort of loud histrionic bwha-ha-ha speeches that we always expect from our cosmic villains.

The plot of this book starts off with that mopping up - DiFool and his allies must attack the War Star, the final stronghold of the Techno-Centreur and his forces, so they can consolidate control of the human worlds and tackle the Great Darkness. There's a lot of impressive pages from artist Mœbius - I still insist the biggest fans of this series saw this before it was translated from French (this edition is translated by Justin Kelly and Sasha Watson) and are mostly reacting to the magnificent visual storytelling and not the dull repetitive Jodorowski dialogue.

There's some fighting with the Great Darkness as well, mostly by the personification of the Incal, which - for a reason Jodorowski doesn't make entirely clear - means the Great Darkness was pushed away now but is now able to completely conquer the entire universe twenty-one days later. (It seemed entirely capable of conquering right now if not stopped; I don't quite get the distinction here, or what the twenty-one-day delay means.)

Anyway, the only way to save all life everywhere is for every last human being - I don't think Jodorowki means "sapient being," because the alien Bergs don't seem to be included - to go into a special sleep called the Theta Dream. If any single human doesn't, every last person will die.

(I am constitutionally opposed to mystical skiffy stories that center on "give up all of your individuality to The Great Mind and everything will be Special and Wonderful," but there's no hive-mind yet, so I'm withholding judgment for now.)

Anyway, at the very end of this book, that's mostly happened in the human galaxy, surprisingly. But, there are also multiple billion humans over in the Berg galaxy, after DiFool fucked their queen a few books back - I swear I am not joking, though either they're all babies or the timeline is weirder than I thought - so he has to zoom off over there to convince all of his offspring to fall asleep to save all life everywhere.

Meanwhile, DiFool has to be dragged kicking and screaming through every last plot point: he doesn't want to do any of this. He's somewhat annoying, but also the only character with any individual personality left and the only real source of human conflict in the series, so it's not too bad. And we know that he'll give in every time: he's a weak-willed loser being led by his impressive nose through the whole thing, a convenient hook for plot and action.

As always, these books are visually sumptuous and impressive. The dialogue cluttering up those pages is somewhat sillier and repetitive, but space opera is not known for deep characterization and Algonquin Round Table-esque conversations anyway. You come to The Incal for magnificent Mœbius pages, and suffer through the goofy Jodorowski plot to get them.